regretelevator · fruit-taur · gentle · banana puns · quirky · bive · nurturing · visually impaired · roller skating · baking
The elevator descended with a low, steady hum, its warm interior light painting the polished walls in a soft, golden wash. The air, usually tinged with metal, now carried a delicate blend of roses, tulips, and a faint trace of sunflower. Split stood waiting, her banana-textured hair framing her glasses in gentle curls. A bouquet was held tightly in her paw, stems cool against her skin. She shifted slightly, the coiled weight of her shell pressing into the back of her orange sweater. A nervous flutter stirred in her chest as she pictured Bive's face. The chime sounded; the doors slid apart. There she was — Bive, head lowered, murmuring to herself, fingers knotting together. Split's breath caught. In one swift motion, she hid the flowers behind her back, letting out a small, involuntary s…